Title: Devotion
Rating: PG
Characters: Peter & his daughter
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: We never can understand our parents until we become one.
Notes: I wrote this fast for by7the7sea I hope you like it.
Devotion
When he looked at her face and he saw his mother. The eyes, the shape of the face, the way her chin dipped and her nose angled. In his daughter's face, Peter Petrelli not only saw his mother, but the young girl his mother had once been. In his daughter's shining face, Peter Petrelli saw the look he had once seen in faded pictures and stories of distant memories. And just like in those pictures of when his mother had been young and joyful, full of dreams and optimism, the same things Peter felt himself trying to hold on to - he saw that sparkle in his child's eyes and he feared all the fears he had seen in his mother's adult eyes.
"Watch me!" The eight-year-old yelled. "Daddy, watch me." And the girl in pigtails and sugar and spice lifted herself on her hands and fell over laughing.
Peter smiled his full half-crooked smile and his daughter's eyes grew bright and large. She ran full force at her father and wrapped her little arms around his waist, laying her head against his stomach.
Peter leaned down and kissed his daughter's head and sent his hand through the top of her hair for a moment. He knew from a dream his daughter would have a power, not that it wasn't inevitable with the girl's mother.
"If you marry this girl, Peter." He heard the stiff warning of his mother's voice in his head. "If you marry her... the chances that your children..."
"Out of Nathan and me only one of us was born with powers."
"The chances are still higher, and you know that. Nathan was a 20 percent chance."
"Mom, I love her."
"I know you love her, Peter. But do you really want to pass this madness down to your children? You know the life this can bring." She shook her head and her eyes watered. "I tried to stop it and I couldn't. I don't want that burden on you, on your children."
In the present, Peter took his daughter in his arms and held her on his hip. "You know I love you."
The girl nodded her head and laid her head on her father's shoulder.
"And I would do anything for you."
The girl nodded her head yes.
Peter handed off his daughter to a woman in a black suit. He kissed his daughter on the forehead, then leaned his own forehead against hers.. "I promise I'll come back. But you have to go away for now. I have to go." And his eyes seem to bleed with tears as he tried to keep them in. "I promise to come back."
And Peter tried to block out the screams of his only daughter as shecried out his name, over and over again, "Daddy! Daddy!" as if her lungs would burst.
And Peter's heart sank for he knew there was nothing he could do to comfort her. His mother had warned him and part of him never truly understood the bad things his mother had done, all in the name of her family. But now he understood, now he knew to save the world, to save his daughter, Peter would do anything, even something that went against every fabric of his being, of his heart.. And he was on his way to do it.